Cold and coerced into crystal caves that fawn on before the starch of the morning.
Now overgrown by the huddled shoulders,
duality places solitary indurations at a toss up.
Horridly courageous and bartered for a sly,
shanks of remembrance creep into loose hairs that fall flat into ears,
and whisper a lullaby of persistence.
A constant pluck of a stranded grease toile,
wide eyed perplexities twist the words to a frequented scream for a deduction.
For reason.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
With the vacant entwined,
the circumstances lay tough
and the task dwindles to a graze of the hand.
Enigmatic cues pushing toward the departure.
A chamber of disguised disclosure opens and releases.
A slap in the face given repeatedly with vindictive locution
Speaking more,
Faster,
The attitude drags on,
and the pores of the affair have been dismantled.
Grabbed by the shining gloss of artificial promises.
Underhanded and inconsistent,
and completely unpalatable to me.
was the bloated sense of pride,
that gloated nothing-worth-speaking of.
Submissively enduring the schedule of a self seeking idler that latched onto the collar of my shirt.
Like a hankering,
Like a constant pain to my neck
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
Now the sea is exposed,
as the road makes a harsh curve to reveal the opening.
The moon is glistening like a scorching reminder to my eyes,
illuminating tears scraped upon ***** skin through shattered windows.
The water seared through my senses,
and it smelled warm and foul.
And I'm stuck,
Feeling only the lasting,
timeless last resort.
A blank space preying on the empty feelings.
With no knowledge of my own,
I'd dulled myself,
until my senses were but the remnants of a limb of lost circulation.
A nag,
a tingle,
a twitch
spread down my spine to tickle my nerves.
Grounded impulses lay its weary to a fitful rest.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
In a tear jerking response,
I fall into hysterics with the thought of your thoughts
If they'll contain me
or if they'll restrain me
I've got a high dose of intimacy to let you dissolve into a pause of time.
But if,
with a catch of a beckoning glance,
I feel a trivial pursuit,
I'll follow the innate assumption to defy rationality.
It's the corrosive vulgarity of acceptance
that enables a cause to have effect
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
Safe houses set an example of an elongated courageous act of destitute.
Desire weaves its thickened wove to lengthen the blow.
Convinced of foreign feelings, a visuality binds the tears of reality.
A gout of emotion treads over the mind and latches exactitude.
After having been a home too tightly drained of its vitality,
I'm forced to turn a dead eye.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
With a hint of a shard of water peeking through the trees,
It poses a wonder of where the coast begins,
and where the sky ends,
And just how far it will fall on.
Until the shore makes its abrupt edges slash back at your toes.
And as far as it reaches, it always sails back-
The clouds,
The current,
The capability.
The water, that stretches from the horizon, is to be mixed with the gravel ****** bottom of the sea floor,
where the absent minded relays its trace of brutality of its ravenous core.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
I ate slow,
while you analyzed my every stir,
From a lost glance,
to a shift in the seat.
You fed me pheromones on a spoon,
and I slurped them down like honey.
Thick and dysphagic.
Disconcerted with the derailment,
it eased the tears that hid behind tangles of unwashed hair.
Interluding like a meandering mind on a charring back burner,
the persistence lacked.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
Ranting fears bite back every word that's been spewed,
and with a sudden recognition of correlation,
the blood stained hands of three point in only one direction.
Seeming as a faults been laid upon the deceiver,
A fourth would only then complicate the consistency of retraction,
unshaded by the natural law of attraction.
Apologies laid in twos to reiterate the message with validity,
And as it's scraped from the grave,
A pinprick red finger of one has riled a preventative action
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
An amulet of frolicking scent turned texture in my fingers,
I held you around my neck,
like a marveling clog to my throat.
Phlegm regurgitating on a cycle of sentiments,
followed by looks of welled over senile tears
Irrefutable gravitation has amplified over the absent years.
Nearing,
closing in-
but still with a particular sense of separation,
a guard builds high with a width of preservation.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
Only the darkest hour sheds the lightest of words.
Feathers falling from your lips.
speaking with a mumble in your breath,
A panic in your tone,
and a stiffened cry in your throat.
Pigeon-holed by your quick lapse of reality.
Disarray hangs on the tip of the colloquy.
Embellishment sails upon the grove,
crooked spines inflame with a matchbook hue
Rock reflecting back at the shrine as the gravel mass reveals the sweep of the
overwhelmed,
and underrated.
Filing in and settling out,
The fear jerking hag rests its validity to the sun.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC